Nungali

Hmmm ... When I have moments of being absolutely in the present moment the last thing I want to do is muse about other people and start thinking about if they are in the present moment or not ... like I am not in the present moment now ... well, I was THEN but I am not now again ... damn! Hang on ... I am thinking about wether you are in the moment because you think other people may not be in the present moment and that has drawn me out of that moment ... which I was in just then ... but it passed into another moment which I plane to be in soon so ....

Ha ! A bit like that, it reminds me of years back when I was reading some Pidgin English and started a new job and a guy from New Guinea (Toby) was getting in trouble at work unfairly off our dickhead boss (who kept doing things wrong and trying to blame staff - Toby walks away from the boss and past me fuming so I say; Toby imi goodpellah - Boss imi cranki, imi fuckimarse ! Toby stops and beams at me and goes something like "OH ! Imicrankifukimarse dispellaimikaikaluckkakuk , wegonnakaiaputamukka sippaalukai .... " (WTF? ... now I've done it! ) Me: " No no ... dispella imi liklik talkboi ... (hold my hand up and squeeze finger and thumb together) LIK LIK talkboi !" He goes, "Oh ... okay, I meant let's go and have lunch together?" "Sure." [ A great Language! In this case a form of English developed in New Guinea by native people trying to comprehend the Aussies language 'English/slang' e.g. they still refer to ; me, I , I am, = boi {from white Australian saying "Hey Boy, do this ... hey boy do that } or; you him they = pella ( fellah , fellow, person ) So the above goes (seriously); . Toby imi good pellah - Boss imi cranki, imi fuck im arse ! Toby, imi (he is ) good fellow, the Boss imi (him / he is ) cranky imi (him / he does) fuck im (it) arse! Hey Toby, don't worry, I know that you are okay, the Boss gets cranky because not only does he stuff things up (Imi buggerimup - he buggers things up) he constantly makes blunders and does things the wrong way all the time (imi fuckimarse ) . ( I suppose; the difference between 'you f***ed that up' and 'you are a f**k up'.) Dispella imi savvy liklik talkboi This fellow (me) imi ( I do ) savvy (understand) lik lik ( very small {amount of} ) talk boi ( the language of you boys ; Pidgin ) I remember prince Charles making a speech once so some ex-British Empire island could understand him ... it seemed so funny with those words coming out his mouth ; "Long time whitepella imi buggerimup Vanauattu ... " Even better was when they gave the Queen beautiful native flower arrangement, which she gracefully accepted and gave Prince Phillip a GIANT penis gourd (a long gourd one wears over the penis) Phill's was giant as they assumed ; "Well ... he is married to the Queen ... it must be massive! ... Prince Phillip didn't accept it ... an aid came forward and quickly removed it to the rear of the entourage .... I mean out of site of the cameras ] I am sooo curious as to what those magpies are saying when they elocute those long liquid mathematical formula songs they do ... that's COMPLEX ... that isn't just a cry or call or an imitation .... what ARE they saying ? .

Sex on an airplane dream? That's a subject for Jungian analysis ! But having a wishful and hopeful desire to have sex on an airplane ... and achieving it ... Nah! Not for me (unless it was a private Lear Jet or something). Sex with an airplane ? Now ya talking! That's more like it. Actually I did have a very strange occurrence on an airplane but off topic here ( probably the opposite of this thread topic actually)

That triggered a thought ... I recently returned to my country home from the city by train, plenty of time to look at the countryside (700km) . Its been sooo dry and rain free for months and months, yet I notice as I have about 10 times doing that trip over 20 years, the closer I get to home the greener it gets - regardless of rainfall or season. I flew over the home area at high altitude a couple of years back; it looked like an emerald green crack in the earth ... a crack with moss growing in it. So .... my grass IS greener because its a in a great spot and is a sub- tropical rainforest area ... greener ... full of nature and life wetter ... hotter ... has more ticks and leeches and it can get really humid and close and big march flies bite you and funnel-web spiders can casually walk through the kitchen and and and and finally

Ha clicked dislike again me and the bike and tent ... great times ... travel, camp out , find somewhere to stay, do that for a while ... move on... after times return to base area ... always jobs to get, cheap great houses near the beach to rent ... good times ... save some money and off again ... the good old days ... cant do stuff like that there now though. No ... I hated a lot of school as I was forced to go to these stupid catholic schools until I got told , as a threat, that I might have to leave . hooray... a few years at a much better state school ... but still ... some days I didn't want to go to school ... I like to be abe to do what I want (and I usually can - how lucky am I ... it infuriates some ... like parents ... who couldn't figure out HOW I got so spoiled or how I (of all the others!) kept getting what I wanted without having to suffer for it (they couldn't figure out why I kept giving my stuff and money away to others either ... errrmmm ... 1 + 1 = ... ? ) I LOVED college and UNI ! Its a good one because it never ends.

Ha! I was still invincible <flexes> until the third motorcycle accident and that big guy in the martial arts tournament Yes ... I suppose so as I am still in awe ... its probably good to be in awe of ones life. Eh? you might have to ask that in different words ... I both ; got more than I dreamed (in some areas) and not 'enough' of what I dreamed in others. On speculation I guess its like initiation ... or being led into the mythic ... as things that were great also happened that I never dreamed of ... in retrospect , if I had known I would have dreamed and hoped to do them as well. Sometimes, with the mythic world, we strive for it, we follow something (like a magic deer) and end up somewhere fantastic, we just stumble upon it ( the magic forest clearing, the abandoned overgrown castle, or fall down a 'rabbit hole'; all different ways. Yep that was dream too - martial arts ... although too lazy for the 'be like Bruce Lee' dream ( ahah I found a false dream ! To dream to be like another ... agree? ) seriously ... I am happy ... and content , many people think I am bullshitting about that. I must confess I don't make a very good Buddhist ... that suffering and sorrow stuff ... the' trance of Binah' IMO ... its fine .. all PART of it... but one can go further It not only makes sense its relevant to me ... but hey! I'm 'retired' (been retired since 1975 ) Yep .. that's it ! I don't even know what a PFF is seriously ... I can be blindingly dumb in some areas. is it some personal profile page here ? an internet facebookey thing (in which I refuse to co-operate or tweeter or whatever ... and while ya at it keep that goddamn blue toothey thing away from me ... consarn it ! ) Now I am off to search for magic carpets

And I am NOT going to look at any of those videos!

STOP IT !

Sure ... you go google sis . I tried to find a pic of the Indo spice powder but couldn't find one it all comes up as dried mango powder (another wonderful way of using it ... pssst ... {I am also a chef / spice attar } ... more for my island CV ) but when served it looked a little like this http://www.howsweeteats.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/DSC_0036.jpg You can whip it up yourself ... but hmmm. I am guessing you would like maybe an Indo/Morocco fusion , so: Roast and fresh grind; dry chilli, cumin, allspice then mix with a tiny bit of powdered cinnamon and salt and a fair bit of sumac, lay out mango slices and sprinkle . Jeeze ! I hope the original poster doesn't mind me turning his heart felt topic into a cookery class

I have MANY dreams. They change over time of course. Previously they were all a mish-mash of ego wish fulfilment and humanitarian fantasies. Of course, back then, I thought I was very wise and knew what was best – for just about everyone. Ahhh … youth , testosterone and self-assurance! When my dreams came true they were often little occurrences and events that may or may not have seemed significant at the time, but then , when vision expanded they became parts of a whole, fulfilling many dreams I have had … both ‘mundane’ and significant of a life’s ‘work, path, dharma true will’. So I, being very Neptunian and dreaming a lot … and also being fortunate enough to have balancing and ground natal aspects as well, had many dreams fulfilled which has given me, what some tell me, is a very full and rich life. I believe that sort of thing is relative as I see and know many people that have a life SO rich and full and diverse it blows me away. I can say; I have hardly travelled, I have never had children, I have not … blah blah … but again … Dharma. I’m not sure I would change anything or ‘fiddle with the formulae ‘ if I had a chance. I would often dream about having the money to do …. But no … that doesn’t seem to work … yet. But I would often get the thing , or some form of the thing, that I wanted to buy with the money I wanted … good, as it stopped me in from being too greedy. Flying … I still want that dream to come true … that is going to be GREAT when that one happens! … I mean ; just me … flying , no glider or Garuda … just me … oh OKAY! … maybe a magic carpet then, I would settle for that. Here are some dreams that came true for me: I wanted to be free and individual and not too tied up in the system … I didn’t want to spend time working but living ; camping out, some travelling, endless hours in the ocean, at the beach and under the water. I wanted to live for a time with basic camping equipment, enough money and a Triumph motorcycle and just cruise around and see the country. I wanted to live on a ‘hippy commune’. Hang on … change all those wants to dreams … I dreamed of: Studying cultural anthropology, divinity and comparative religion at University (but not have to bother with exams, just do the units I chose … and I wanted someone else to pay for it. Join a coven. … Never have to go back to school again !!! Ooohhh I dreamed of THAT one soooo much! (And it came true ! … For years, occasionally I would wake up in the morning and go ‘Oh NO! … wait a minute – I don’t have to school anymore ! ) - I am liking this meditation … Find a secret magical ‘occult’ order and join it. Connect with the indigenous and learn about life and this land from them. Be with lots of different beautiful woman … (ah yes a constant dream that one ! Seeing as I was a virgin until I was 20!) I could go on … and on and on … but I am interested to read as well. Current dream? To just go on for a while longer in relative comfort and to be left in my ‘own space’; a nice spot connected to nature and the animals, the beautiful ‘ti-too ti-too’ (and other) bell like calls of the eastern rosellas that sound to me like pixies playing in the garden … to maintain communication with the ‘elemental’ kingdom in a special little nature spot I live in … to get a car … to continue my spiritual development … and that everyone works their stuff out ‘as they will’ without so much splattering their own gloop around onto other people and nature. Any jobs going on that island for an old dotty gardener that would like to help Bio-dynamically assist the nature there? (I promise not to do laps of the island on a Triumph, have a harem, invite hippies, or splatter gloop – although I may want to write, paint, make things out of bamboo, and occasionally FLY laps of the island.) ...

That spicy Indonesian powder with chilli for sprinkling on mangoes .... oh jeeze ... I gotta get out of here .

. THE PALACE OF PANAlgernon Charles SwinburneSeptember, all glorious with gold, as a king In the radiance of triumph attired,Outlightening the summer, outsweetening the spring,Broods wide on the woodlands with limitless wing, A presence of all men desired.Far eastward and westward the sun-coloured lands Smile warm as the light on them smiles;And statelier than temples upbuilded with hands,Tall column by column, the sanctuary stands Of the pine-forest's infinite aisles.Mute worship, too fervent for praise or for prayer, Possesses the spirit with peace,Fulfilled with the breath of the luminous air,The fragrance, the silence, the shadows as fair As the rays that recede or increase.Ridged pillars that redden aloft and aloof, With never a branch for a nest,Sustain the sublime indivisible roof,To the storm and the sun in his majesty proof, And awful as waters at rest.Man's hand hath not measured the height of them; thought May measure not, awe may not know;In its shadow the woofs of the woodland are wrought;As a bird is the sun in the toils of them caught, And the flakes of it scattered as snow.As the shreds of a plumage of gold on the ground The sun-flakes by multitudes lie,Shed loose as the petals of roses discrownedOn the floors of the forest engilt and embrowned And reddened afar and anigh.Dim centuries with darkling inscrutable hands Have reared and secluded the shrineFor gods that we know not, and kindled as brandsOn the altar the years that are dust, and their sands Time's glass has forgotten for sign.A temple whose transepts are measured by miles, Whose chancel has morning for priest,Whose floor-work the foot of no spoiler defiles,Whose musical silence no music beguiles, No festivals limit its feast.The noon's ministration, the night's and the dawn's, Conceals not, reveals not for man,On the slopes of the herbless and blossomless lawns,Some track of a nymph's or some trail of a faun's To the place of the slumber of Pan.Thought, kindled and quickened by worship and wonder To rapture too sacred for fearOn the ways that unite or divide them in sunder,Alone may discern if about them or under Be token or trace of him here.With passionate awe that is deeper than panic The spirit subdued and unshakenTakes heed of the godhead terrene and TitanicWhose footfall is felt on the breach of volcanic Sharp steeps that their fire has forsaken.By a spell more serene than the dim necromantic Dead charms of the past and the night,Or the terror that lurked in the noon to make franticWhere Etna takes shape from the limbs of gigantic Dead gods disanointed of might,The spirit made one with the spirit whose breath Makes noon in the woodland sublimeAbides as entranced in a presence that saithThings loftier than life and serener than death, Triumphant and silent as time. ..

W O W ! what a tree ! Looks like someone whipped a vortex around that one! May favourite are pine trees love em ! They stimulate deep remembered imprints (good ones)

STOP IT ! Damn! Now I have to go to town to get mangoes! PS. smaller skinney ones .. ptooey! I like the big juicy curvey ones with the skin that .... ooops - excuse me

When I get anywhere near the concept of original sin my hackles rise up. It makes me want to wade in and start .... lets say ... smashing up the money lenders in the temple. It stems from 'black gnostic' ( as in the path of black magick - not what most see as black magic but as one of the three schools; black white and red) These are the people that ban sex as it can create life and more life is just more suffering (doesn't bode well for their future if they cant reproduce ). What a sick idea original sin is ... even little kids tag it; "What? an innocent little baby is born in sin?" I understand where it originates and the original concept / philosophy is distorted as well so that doesn't justify the idea.. I feel sorry for people who believe such things ... I feel anger at them when they try to infect the innocent with their ideas. I (obviously) was bought up (well they tried to ) as a Roman Catholic ... what was even MORE stupid was the idea that, not only did you have original sin but any further 'sin' could be forgiven by mere confession ritual .... then more sin ... more confession ... just keep on going until you die and hope that when you die it is just after confession before you commit more sin ... or if your timing is wrong contact a priest and he will rush to your deathbed and do a final one ... and its straight to heaven for you. I cant believe some people still believe in this sort of thing ! Bring back the good old days I say ! bring back plenary indulgence !!! (That's where you pay $$$ before hand to the priest to be forgiven for sins you haven't committed yet but most likely WILL commit in the near future. A HEM ! Please excuse me ... I will put the angry Djinn back in his bottle and refit the stopper.

Doh!

However .... on a more serious note ... Here is your first difficulty with your want; trees don't walk around ... so that aint gonna work ... the whole point of being a tree is being in one place for so long and observing the world pass by you ... note what Neophyte says ... he has success with the meditation but he is doing it one spot. It is like observing AND LEARNING from nature, it requires some length of time ... not just a few hours of 'snapshot' photograph ... I learnt that as at times I HAD to .just be still and in one place (spinal injury) so I set up a spot in the garden reading but also hours of observing nature, sky, birds etc. I would direct you to the works of Rudolf Steiner but I cant remember the reference ... it may be in 'The Theosophy of the Rosicrucian' ???? something like ' If you want to become more .... then acknowledge the Holy Love Lance and you will become as vegetative life ...' or something like that .... its somewhere in an old magazine I wrote an article for, I don't have a copy handy but it did raise my eye (Steiner raising a holy love lance ) No no ! stick them back in the ground and take root! Maybe you went wrong when you thought your calling was to be a tree? Maybe it is to "suck yoo dick fo dollah " if so I have noticed many 'positions vacant' advertised on the local job notice board ( ie. the back of the door in the public toilets in town). Good luck with your meditations

You just made yourself EXTRA yummy !

Maybe cola syrup can do it .... I wasn't going to try ... I wanted to avoid surgery ... a one off binge on coke was worth it IMO. Doctor said amount and timing was important ... I don't know enough about such things so I did what she said and it worked. I agree it IS unhealthy to do if not an 'emergency' Does cola syrup have high phosphoric acid content ? I know both coca cola (phosphoric) and asparagus have acids which can dissolve both types of kidney stones. Interesting to me when you say this : " which cause extra training to get it rid." Because the next day I want to go home but another doctor wont let me go yet. I am very restless and my body energy very stuck but I feel stronger so I go out into the garden at the hospital and do some training ... Later the doctor asks me "What were those exercises you were doing outside this morning." "Matsamura Seito Shorin-Ryu." "What's that?" "Okinawan martial art." "You are training martial arts for half the morning???." I nod and he goes away and comes back with a form and gives it to me. "What's this?" "A release form, sign it and give it to the nurse and you can go home now." PS. now, for kidney cleanse I make a tea out of corn husks PPS Interesting what you say about weapons ... I have done training with various weapons as well.

I have natal Sun in Cancer (tropically) ; Moon water tides. I did a delivery job at a beach suburb and would have to leave cards if no one home to sign for parcels. I got slack and stopped dating them ... just a quick squiggle for a signature with a dot or circle above it (as my name has M N W in it... and an I ... the dot or circle was for the I ). I began to notice sometimes my signature was a near smooth line or a very curvy up and down line, the circle a full, half or even a dot ... it kept changing ... when it was a dot for a few days I realised it was a 'dark moon' but why the line very flat .... Aha! No good surf all week! A few weeks later I am called to the counter, lady with delivery card and boss want to know how long ago I left the card in her letter box as it wasn't dated ... Boss: "You are supposed to sign and date the card ...is this your signature? Now we cant tell how long ago it was left there." I looked at the card signature :" Hmmm .... three quarter Moon, big swell ... errrmmm ....last Wednesday . " They give me a weird stare Most of the humans don't really understand me.

Seen it been used by dork ridiculously .... dorks fault - not the technique. Used by doctor ? It 'saved' me. I had kidney stones - Unpleasant! In hospital, the doctor comes in and sees me with open books taking notes, diagrams. "What's that you are doing?" "Pyramid construction theory.." "Show me." ... She is 'bent' and alternative ... she admits she uses other practices besides allopathic; after a bit of a talk' " Okay ... I think you can handle this. Don't tell anyone okay? .... Do you want to avoid surgery tomorrow?" "Certainly!" "Get six cans of Coca-Cola, put them in the freezer until they are ice-slushy, drink them one after another, one every 20 minutes, 10 mins apart, wait 15 mins then drink a can of liquefied asparagus." I get on phone, ring friend to bring supplies. Nurses laughing at me ... say its stupid but I promised doctor I wouldn't tell anyone. Later that day I go to the laughing nurse and hand her urine bottle with urine and fine gritty black stuff in the bottom of it. Next time I see doctor I asked her how she worked out the dosages and timing; "A friend helped me and we used muscle testing. technique.." [ I also asked her why the technique was not used with more people she said people don't like the idea of drinking six cans Coca-Cola ... they say it is an unhealthy drink." I asked, " They say it is more unhealthy than general anaesthetic, an instrument inserted up the penis, the urethra, through the bladder, out the other side, up the tube to the kidney, grab the stone and pull it back out ??? " "Yes." she told me ... I don't really understand most of the humans

Nuit

Like helmets AND chose the tag 'protector'.

I used to sell Tibetan bells dorjes tingshaws tankas etc on a market stall. A couple stops carrying a small baby (looks to me a bit 'asian' or Tibetan looking ... but hey ... lots of babies look that way so ... <shrug> All of a sudden baby looks totally interested in objects and stretches his hand out towards them. Parents; "No ... don't touch." I go, "Its okay." I hold up the tingshaw and diiiinnnng them. Bub is delighted so I give them to him. he clutches them while parents look. Then they go to leave and try to take the tingshaw off bub and give to me. A tug of war ... convincing cajoling and other stuff doesn't work ... now bub is getting cranky and fighting for it. Parents " This is so strange he is usually very easy to deal with and happy about everything." Me "I can believe that! he looks like a little Buddha." Parents; "What do you mean?" "Look at him ... he looks like a reincarnated Tibetan Lama or something." "What!?" Me; "Do you realise how many lamas and monks have been killed in the last generation ,,, they have to turn up somewhere. You can have the Tingshaw for cost price $12.50 " (which is ridiculously cheap). Parents; "No thankyou." They forcibly remove the tingshaw from bubs grasp, who is now screaming. They walk off with the baby chucking an absolute fit and going purple, mum is fussing over him concerned and dad turns back and gives me a dirty look as if it was somehow my fault. (probably thought it was some weird sales ploy of mine ... to sell a normally $60 item to them for $12.50 ...

I am very cautious about allocating 'karma' as source of current situations , it can be used in some cases for callous judgement of the unfortunate and egotistical affirmation of one's own place above others in good fortune. But I like the way YOU described it and added" even though its not the individual's fault that caused its current predicaments". I find the core 'spiritual technology' of these prayers interesting (although not a Christian myself) For me the 'magical technology' works just as well if I appeal to 'nature' ... over time I find the technology or technique more valid than any special form. Then when I understand that I put it in the most appropriate form for me (which does consider my birth location, 'energy of country' { country in an indigenous sense}, genetics, etc.) What is their source of these prayers?